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IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,
IT doesn’t seem a year ago that I… The icy steps that lead below at 1… And puttering round the kitchen st… As I stood there and waited for h… Then sampled it to see that it was…
I’d like to be a boy again, a care… I’d like to tread the hills and da… I’d like the tattered shirt again,… The ugly, dusty feet again that lo… I’d like to play first base again,…
CAN you go to another who wins in… And give him a hand-shake that 's… Do you find yourself feeling a sen… In the good work another may do? Or deep in your heart are there en…
Can’t is the worst word that’s wri… Doing more harm here than slander… On it is many a strong spirit brok… And with it many a good purpose di… It springs from the lips of the th…
Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s t… They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night,
I’M glad I have a wife at home That’s patient, kind and true; I ‘m glad a little tot of three At home waits for me, too; I ’m glad that I can see them bot…
CAESAR did a few things, Horace wrote in style, Good old Plato knew things Very much worth while. Famous Aristotle
He isn’t very brilliant and his pa… There’s nothing very flashy in his… He has to dig and labor for the th… And lie’s busy learning something… The clever men go by him in a hurr…
How much grit do you think you’ve… Can you quit a thing that you like… You may talk of pluck; it’s an eas… And where’er you go it is often he… But can you tell to a jot or guess
There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low
When you get to know a fellow, kno… When you’ve come to understand him… When you’ve learned the fight he’s… Then you find that he is different… You find his faults are trivial an…
As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…
There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
This I heard the Old Flag say As I passed it yesterday: ‘Months ago your friendly hands Fastened me on slender strands And with patriotic love